I recall waking up the day of the Vienna show feeling well-rested, excited to get out and see the sites of Vienna (a city I've come to love over the years). I noticed the bus is stopped "there already!?" I happily exclaim. I rush out the door to greet my old friend Vienna, when I notice… side of highway? Service station? Shit.

The bus had broken down. As buses frequently seem to when en route to somewhere great (never anywhere crappy do they seem to break down on the way to). What really sucked was that on this show day, I was scheduled to get dinner with Roadrunner/ Warner Austria and several contest winners to enjoy typical (the word "typical" seems to be one of the best outside-of-USA descriptive terms to demonstrate: "traditional" and/ or "grandma-food") Viennese food. Dammit.

Flash hours and hours forward to a mere 4 or so hours before the show - we arrive, I meet Chris from RR Austria and we're off to make the dinner date happen! We arrive at a fancy, traditional Viennese restaurant with Chris, a Journalist from a local publication, the four contest winners, and myself. Promo obligation tied into food? Bring it on.

I start with a Zwettler Original to cool the nerves after the intense travel-stress and begin getting to know my dinner co-horts. What I love about Trivium fans (one of the many things that is) is that they are polite, fun to be around - and generally all around good people. I've had many a merch-guy tell me during a tour: "Man… your fans are really polite. And nice. I'm not used to this!" It's really awesome in fact.

In Trivium we pride ourselves with being normal people (because let's face it - no matter what you do in life… you're a normal person), and maybe that shows somehow to the people who enjoy our music and what we do. I've had many occasions on tour where I've gone to eat and drink with many of our friends (as I prefer to call them over "fans") and it's always been a great time.

Over getting to know my fellow diners, Chris finds out he has to move his car… so me and my friends are left to do the ordering. We decide on sharing everything (that's my favorite way to eat with friends new and old) and pretty much order everything:

German and Austrian food are something that I feel don't have a proper reputation. These things are good, damn good. You just gotta know where to go. Amon did Grandma-style traditional-food right. Hearty, filling - but also with that sense of old world gastro-genius that only the mothers of the good ol' days could conjure up. Essentially, anything you'd have eaten at this restaurant, you would have eaten in similar components of familiar dishes - it was just done a little different here. All the meat was done perfectly, all the vegetables were fresh and fantastic.

Every bite I had there was amazing, but the standouts had to have been the goose liver dumplings and the goulash (Goulash is something you see a lot in the Eastern European countries and Russia); the schnitzel was phenomenal. Shaped like a coral reef (roughly the size of one too) and fried golden-delicious - ubiquitous lemon wedge on the side (use that lemon - it makes it even better).

The desserts were just as great as the mains - and a massive sampling platter to boot (my favorite). The most unique thing of the desert platter was that spaghetti-noodle-type dish made from hazelnuts. That was something special.

My dinner guests and I all had a great time feasting on some spot-on Austrian cuisine. We had a good laugh and meal - and then were on our way back for the show.